Lyrics Who Dun It…? - dopeSMOOTHIES feat. The F.A.MILY

You broke my heart lil Fredo
Where in the world is dopeSMOOTHIES-diego
Feds did a sweep
Now I'm yelling free Se tho
Bitch tried to back door me like Kato
No worries the F.A.MILY will handle it
I put it together so I can dismantle it
I'm not even tryna even the score
I already ate
I'm finna destroy
It's already late
We finna deploy
My boujee lil ass need me a Lacroix
She perked up the boobies
I'm lookin' like oyy
I done it again
I'm just filling the void
Fuck bout the break in the beat
Niggas hated on me so I'm raising the fee
I'm boiling the beats like I'm making a feast
Oiling my feet
Wearing socks when I sleep
Yea all for self care
I been elsewhere
Tell you my thoughts on Obama healthcare
Feeling like Webbie
I don't think nobody cares
Say I'm the best around
Karate Kid
I'm reinvested
Now I'm lockin' in
I'm with the extras now
Who hoppin' in
Spotted a snake to bake
Now it's a copper-head
Reptile rounds for the reptiles
Dragon Breath
Burn they ass up til I feel like they had enough
Spotted the rat
Rat-tat-tat-tat em up
Niggas be cap and boy I done had it up
Better bring me some racks
Hold on lemme add it up
Came thru the door on my own
I take the top off the zone
Stretch like Mecole on the way to the end zone
I'm the type put a freak bitch in the friend zone
Ain't fuckin' shit without Ki
Watch what I do with the beats
You niggas ain't suited as me
I just copped a Ruger last week
I don't chase the mula
I'm searching for peace
I learned from Carlito not trusting Luis
But if I'm on the wing
Then the clubs Portuguese
Diaz, Diaz it
What do you think we should do about it Diaz
All you'll see is Blue Streaks
I'm tryna eat
I'm from where they obese
Put extra gravy all on my poutine
I made the beat to upgrade the routine
I might hit you with an Ultralight Beam
I love my fans
They love my cuisine
I don't got stans
I got a regime
Check out my stance
Prince Naseem
I know you connin
El-Amin
Bitch I got X-Pac on my team
Hit at your Bronco
Fuck the lil Buster
U Remind me of a bitch, Usher
The west coast love me they ready to Puff ya
Ain't safe in the city they ready to dust ya
Candy ass boy turn a geek to a gusher

By any means
I'm gettin' shit done
Jam go get it I do it for fun
If you smart when you move
Better leave with ya gun
By any means, by any means
By any means, by any means

Walk in the trap and I gotta get my shit off
I cannot fuck with these niggas they ripoffs
Send a blitz in the NFL you get picked off
Walked thru like great dane
I'm a big dog
Run the money up like Shaq
That shit tall
Try to rob me
I shoot and you shit drawls
I'ma bring out the Drac
When I'm mad and I'm pissed off
When I hear them sirens
I'm skrrtin and gettin' lost